12/21/2009: So it's been a while since I've updated the website. Don't think for a second that there's nothing for me to be pissed off about; I've just been bikeless since the beginning of summer and it gets depressing for me to get on my site when I don't have a bike to ride. To update everyone, I laid the bike down in the middle of July. The most damage was just to the paint but I wanted to get it repaired as soon as possible so I turned it in to the local HD shop. They send the paint set to the Harley factory where they said they would send a blank set out to the painter who would match the original paint scheme. They told me to be patient because this can take several months. Well, in October I get a call from the shop and was told that everything was in and they were putting it together. I give it a couple days, go down to the shop to see how it was coming along when I am told that the fuel inlet on the tank was incorrectly threaded at the factory and the gas cap would not go on. This wasn't something they could fix so the tank was sent back to the factory for yet another replacement to be made. I'm usually a patient man.........but this morning I get another call from the shop. Anxiously I answer the phone expecting them to say that it was all done (even though there is currently 13 inches of snow in my yard). But no, instead I am told that they received a call from the factory stating that the paint scheme is now considered obsolete and that the factory will not be able to replace the tank. Oops, I think Harley just shoved a Christmas tree right up my ass. So, I take some time to calm down then I call the factory this afternoon where I am told that they can no longer make the paint that is necessary so they won't be able to paint a new tank. Trust me, I went over, in detail, that it was their fault that the first replacement wasn't able to work on the bike but have no fear, they are sending the issue to their internal department to see what kind of resolution they can offer and will get back to me in a few days. Yep, I think they are now shoving the tree stand up my ass. This was already at their "Second Level" customer service department so I'm feeling really warm & fuzzy that the "Internal Department" is going to get me back on my bike in no time. When I bought the paint set, I remember being specifically told that I owned the paint scheme and that if anything ever happened to it, Harley would have to replace it. And I can't just get a local painter to match it due to it being a limited edition anniversary set with emblem and shit under the tank. Please, don't call me to offer your condolances; I'm in no mood to hear it. My son is spending the night with me so I can't even sit in the corner with my bottle of rum. Life sucks without a bike!!!!!!!!!! -pegleg 06/04/2009: The Weather Channel SUCKS!!! Last Friday I had a 2:00 appt. to get my Terminator leg fixed in Fairfax VA. It's 96 miles away so I figured I would get a few miles on the bike. So, I do the responsible thing and check TWC.com to see what the weather will be like. It stated that there was a 0% chance of rain from 12-1 and 1-2, 5% chance of rain from 2-3 and a 10% chance of rain from 3-4. After 4 it went up to 60% chance of thundershowers throughout the rest of the day/evening. So, I figured it would be a nice ride out and that I might hit a bit of rain on the way back. Well, 15 minutes into the ride out, I quickly discoverered that there was a 100 f***king % chance that I was going to f***king get dumped on. With just a few seconds, the need to pull over to put on my rain jacket was a mute point. Yep, I even took a jacket with me (which I will bitch about in a few minutes). The storm lasted only about 10 minutes, but there was no way I could get more wet. By the time I got to my appointment, I was fairly dry, except for my midsection. And we all know how cool that looks. I get my leg fixed and I look out the window to find that it is beautiful outside. I could feel the temperatur going down a bit and had that feeling that something was going to happen, so I pulled my jacket out of the bag and put it on. 5 miles after I rode on to the interstate, I came upon a wonderful Work Zone where all traffic was stopped. At that point, the skies went black and the water came down by the bucketload. So there I am, sitting on my bike for over 15 minutes, motionless, with no overpass in sight. And I couldn't ride up the side of the road due to all the construction vehicles going up and down the interstate. But hey, I'm wearing my rain jacket, right? What a f***king piece of shit is this thing. It lets all water in and holds it in there. And it's made with that shit lining that sticks to your arms like my ball sack sticks to my thighs on a hot summer day. Yeah, I got this jacket at a "discount" bikewear store, and I was gullable enough to read the hangtag and believe that it was water proof. And NO, it didn't say water "resistant" it said water "proof". I'm not going to say which store it was, because I have friends that get a lot of quality merchandise there. I was just foolish enough to think that I was getting a bargain by buying a jacket for $60. Unlike my trip there, I was not even partially dry when I got home. And, I was home by 4:00! And guess what.....it didn't rain the rest of the day. Mother F***king Weather Channel!!! -pegleg 05/28/2009 What happened to manners in this country. I grew up saying "Yes Sir", "Pardon Me", "Thank you" and "After you Mam". I also grew up opening doors for women and my elders. I do this because it's the proper thing to do. But if you are under the age of 40, you don't understand the meaning of manners. Now I'm not one to want people opening doors for me, or even talking to me for that matter, but it's a shame how the younger generations have no appreciation for their elders or for women. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not softening up. There are many people that do not deserve my respect, both men and women. But it is still proper to treat these people with manners (until they totally piss me off). Even then I would probably still treat them like human beings. As a cripple, I notice things that non-gimps probably don't. When I walk toward an entrance to a store or restraunt, only people 40 or over will even offer to open the door, or offer to help me carry something out of the store. Again, I don't want or need this assistance, but it's nice for it to be offered. And it really pisses me off when a women that is younger than me gets offended when I refer to her as "Mam". Maybe you're too used to being bitch-slapped by your man to realize that it's a sign of respect. I can't bring myself down to your level, so just deal with it and say "Thank You". -pegleg 05/05/2009: This one might hit people as surprising, but I'm going to complain about something. It's not that I'm a whiney bitch, I'm just very opinionated. Yeah, that's it, I'm opinionated. What's even worse is that I'm going to be complaining about my family. No...I'm not going to divulge any family skeletons, just a general bitch about something that is really irritating me today. Granted, I'm suffering from the flu which I'm sure is contributing to my normal pissy mood. But it's a daily issue in my life. Now I'm not the type of guy who thinks that housework is women's work. Maybe I used to think that I was entitled to not contribute in the past, but I'm a new ME. Yep, I'm a really good guy! Anyway, I do my share of laundry and dishes. I don't mind doing either of these chores but it just pisses me off when the prep work is not done correctly. Now why is it so difficult to scrape the damed dishes prior to putting them into the sink. Even a good rinsing will suffice if done soon after eating. Dishes should not have food permanently attached to them. It's just not right. But even worse, in my mind, is laundry prep. Now I keep my clothes totally seperate from the rest of the household. I'm picky about which socks are mine and I don't want my Harley shirts shrunk. But I can't remember ever taking my clothes out of the laundry basket and it being turned inside-out, unless it's an iron on graphic tee. In that case, it goes into the basket that way. But 95% of all the clothes, by the rest of the family, is turned inside-out. So I sit there flipping them all correctly prior to putting them into the washing machine. And it totally creeps me out sticking my hand into a nasty sock so that the outside will actually get clean. And another thing.....it is proper to zipper and button your jeans when you take them off. It's actually getting to the point where I think that this is all being done just to piss me off. Granted, I may have a few psychological issues; but that's beside the point. I understand that it makes sense to have the part of the clothing that actually touches your skin to be the cleanest, but that's not the society in which we live. Clothes should be cleaned on the outside, that's just the way it is. I also know that this is not going to change anytime soon. So I guess I will just have to move. My skills are no longer appreciated here so I'll just have to find my own place, organize my soups and veggies label faced out, and live the lonely future which is surely ahead of me. But if you come to visit, take your damned shoes off prior to coming into my house! -pegleg 05/03/2009: I'm not even going to get started on my internet issues! Shit, I guess I already did. Verizon, once again, has fixed the problems with my phone line. I've told them so many times that the problem is due to the underground cable coming from the road to my house; but they just can't believe that I might be right. Actually, I think that they just don't want to go to the expense of digging it up and replacing the cable. So they trace the line to the main junction (2 miles down the road), find a connection that has moisture and replace that. Sure, it improves my connection to a degree, but it doesn't correct the main problem. As soon as we get another rain, the problem arises again. This is the fifth time this year that they have been out to work on this problem. Why does a company like Verizon have so much control of my life? Anyway, to my main bitch of the day; Long & Foster Realty. I am now looking for a new place to live. As most of you know, I do not like to talk to people in person or on the phone, so I do most of my communication via the internet. L&F has a very respectable website which is easy to navigate. So I spend a couple hours searching for houses which will fit my needs. I find 12 of them and am now ready to send the list to them to schedule appts. So I email my list to the "contact us" link. I quickly get a response stating that they would be happy to assist me but request that I first get financing pre-approval. I reply that this would be fine but ask them to send the list to an agent while we are doing the pre-approval to minimize the risk of losing out on a house that I would like. I don't get a response from the woman so I figure that my wishes are being considered. Later that day, I receive a call from their financing department. Of course, I can't understand a damned thing that this jerk-off is saying, but I give him all the info that I think he is requesting. I also ask him if they are scheduling appts for me to see the houses and he says something that I can't understand. This all started last Wednesday and I have not yet been contacted by an agent. So I can only imagine that they have not done shit. I did get notification that my financing is in order. The best part is that 3 of the houses in which I was interested now have offers on them. One of which was perfect for me and well within my price range. So I say F U Long & Foster. Tomorrow I will be contacting a different realty company and giving them my list from L&F. What the hell ever happened to customer service? -pegleg 04/01/2009: Ugh, I've got a lot on my mind today. I spent the past 3 days installing ceramic tile in the master bathroom. Yet another thing that I can't do perfectly. What a damned nightmare. After my accident, my brothers came down and helped renovate the bathroom. They installed a shower stall with a seat, a corner whirlpool and a pedestal sink. Then I, not thinking of the work I was creating, decided to build a platform around the whirlpool in an octagonal form. I have never done any ceramic tile work before and had no idea what I was getting into. I was so intimidated by this that I left it untiled for 4 years. My ex-wife is refinancing the house so an appraiser was coming out so it was the time to finish the work. And believe me when I say that me installing ceramic tile is like the old "one armed paper-hanger". I hurt so bad. And it wasn't for a place where I'm going to be living, so I didn't get any Thank You kisses or.....well, you know. Now I don't like getting into political conversations, because I know how there are some out there that are not happy with who is currently the President. I'm not going to mention any names, you know who you are. But this is my website, so deal with it. I'm very pleased with what President Obama is trying to accomplish in such a short period of time. Saying that, I am pissed about the New Vehicle Tax Relief plan. I just purchased a new vehicle, yep I'm a Jeeper, at the end of last year. And since I made the purchase in 2008, I don't get anything back. We were already in this economic nightmare but since it wasn't 2009, I'm shit out of luck. I was doing my part by putting money into the economy just like the person who is buying a car today. I should get more money back because I was doing my part without any incentive. And no, I didn't finance the vehicle, so I'm not even one of those people that got a loan which they could not afford. But as frustrated as I am, I know that the whole is much more important than the individual. I know that this entry may be a little lame. So, for all of my bitter fans out there: F*%@ YOU NORTH KOREA!!!!! -pegleg 03/22/2009: I've been asked to address an issue that is a plague to our society. This just happens to be the use of cellphones in public areas such as doctor's offices and restraunts. Do you have any idea how bad this pisses me off? I'm not talking about the cellphone issue, I'm talking about how a person could be so presumptuous to think that I need help deciding what pisses me off on my own website. Listen, get your own website and you can bitch about whatever you desire. This is called PegLegBiker.com for a reason. While I had full intention on ranting about the assholes out there that don't care that I don't need to hear about their personal business, now I can't rant about this issue for at least a couple months. Hey, go cut off one of your legs, create a website name (here's a suggestion, peglegIHaveAnIdeaForYou.com), and you can do whatever you want without my input. Until then, sit in your computer chair, giggle over what I write on my website and be happy that you know a creative person like myself. Do I email you suggestions on how to raise your children? Hell no, I don't even know how to raise my own. Do I suggest how you do your hair? Hell no, I shave my head so that I don't have to make that decision for myself. Now I know that this may cause a flood of suggestions being emailed to me on what I should address, just to piss me off more. But I need to take a stand. If you all want to start sending me money helping me pay for this website each month, then I'll consider giving you the opportunity to make suggestions on what get's placed on "MY" website. Until then, take solace in the fact that all of you already have daily input to my website, because everybody will eventually do something that is going to totally piss me off! -pegleg 3/17/2009: So, I find myself in a position where I need to clarify my rant of 03/08/2009 (if you haven't previously read this rant, scroll down). I've been contacted by a person who happens to be a Jeep lover. It seems that my worst nightmare it true; there is a Jeep Owner's Club. They call themselves Jeepers and this person was quite offended by me mocking them and calling them nerds. So I should probably recant my statement and give them the respect that they feel deserved. Well, that's not going to happen. Quite the contrary actually. This information has only reaffirmed my belief that the Jeepers have got to go. I've been told to "Get Used To It" and that the waving will not stop. That they are a tight group of Jeep owners that love to modify their vehicles and go off-roading and "mudding". They have rallies where they look at each others' Jeeps and marvel at their 4-wheeled monsters. I say "Ha". That is about as ridiculous as a biker waving to another biker like a school girl. You will need to refer to the rules for Biker's Anonymous for clarification on the biker wave. She also told me that it is rude to give my fellow Jeep owners the finger when they wave at me. Well......."Get Used To It". I may stand alone among the mass of Jeep Nerds, and I might be standing on one leg, but I will hold firm on my stance to break this unified front by a bunch of lonely people who have nothing better to do than to put bigger springs on their vehicle and act like they just changed the automotive world. I call upon all bikers to give the finger to Jeep owners, whether they are waving to you or not. Except me of course, I just happen to be a victom of this scenario; an unwary customer that happened upon a good deal. I will not become enslavened to a car manufacturer. I will not be commanded by this cult-like group. I'm a biker damnit and I stand for what's good in this country. No false idols shall deter me on my path.....except my godlike Harley. -pegleg 3/10/2009: Alright, this is going to be the typical tax season bitch. I'm a loyal American; I pay my taxes and don't expect to receive anything in return. But does it have to be so damned complicated? Why should I have to bust my ass spending a day working on my taxes? Sure, I want to get some money back but why can't they just tax me the correct amount the first time? Shouldn't there be an easier system out there that doesn't require us to spend our time to give them money? This also gets me pissed off about the damned self-service checkout aisle at the store. Sure, the benefit is that maybe I'll spend less time behind the dirty fat-assed chick with her 6 nasty kids, just to end up with the toothless cashier touching all my shit. But why aren't they paying me to do their job? Then you always get that asshole in front of you that can't read the freakin' sign that states you need to leave the items on the counter until the transaction is complete. Which of course means they are too stupid to understand the voice instructions also. Then you have to wait because the toothless "self-service checkout assistant" has to come over to help them. And just at that moment, her other 3 kids come rolling up with their second full cart of shit that I can't afford but they are going to get using gov't food coupons. Sorry about getting off track.... Back to the taxes. Like I said previously, I understand the importance of feeding the gov't our money so they can waste it debating important topics like whether or not we should be allowed to own monkeys. I just don't think that we should have to spend our time figuring out the amount that we owe them. Then, if we make a mistake, we get fined. It's absolutely ridiculous. I even use the Turbo Tax software and it still took me all day. I'm just thankful that I did it while the kids were at school. I really am trying to not use the "F" word in front of the children. -pegleg 03/08/2009: So, it's raining or snowing outside. The winds are hitting 50 mph. It's just not a good day to jump on the bike and ride. So I grab my crutches and get into my red 2008 Jeep Wrangler. Sounds like a normal daily activity, right? I pull out of the driveway and can't get more than a mile away from my house before some jackass waves at me while in his Jeep Wrangler. Now where the hell did this come from? Holy Shit! Every Jeep Wrangler that I pass has some asshole in it thinking that we are all members of "The Brotherhood of The Wrangler". Don't get me wrong; I think that Jeeps are cool. They are rugged and they look as though they could drive through a brick wall without suffering any damage. But does owning a Wrangler put you in some elite class of humanity? Is there an inherant risk of danger while driving a Wrangler that makes one want to wave to another Wrangler owner thinking that he might not be alive tomorrow? Do Ford Focus owners wave to each other? And if this isn't bad enough; you should see the reaction of the other driver if he is also in a Red Wrangler. It's as if he has found his twin brother from which he was separated at birth. How many of you assholes do I have to give the finger? If I had known that I was joining yet another group of nerds, I would have purchased a Honda! So, I do my due diligence and find out if I am supposed to be a member of J.W.O.G (Jeep Wrangler Owner's Group). Do I need to get yet another jacket and iron on a patch and rocker? Fortunately, that group does not exist, but there actually is a Jeep Club. Actually, there are several different clubs, blogs and boards devoted to the ownership of the Jeep Wrangler. This was quite a depressing revelation. No, I won't join. I haven't even looked at the details of these sites/clubs. Suicidal thoughts immediately went through my mind due to the fact that they will probably never stop waving at me. I never realized that WWJD actually meant "What would Jeep (owners) do". My entire life has now turned upside down. My life, off the bike, has always been one of seclusion and the attempt to live unnoticed. Now I can't go to the store to get toilet paper without being recognized. So I'm officially putting my Jeep Wrangler on the market. I haven't done alot of research but the starting price is $40,000. I can only imagine that Wranglers appreciate in value, so I'm sure this is a fair price. So, shoot me an email if you are interested. In the meanwhile, I ask all my Wrangler Brothers to stop waving at me. I'm starting to get carpal tunnel syndrome in my middle finger and you're causing me to say the "F" word in front of my children. -pegleg |
| I've decided that I need a way to vent my anger towards the world. This isn't a blog or any nerdy shit like that. I don't plan on updating this page on a daily/weekly basis; only when something begins to irritate me so much that I need to get it off my chest. So, yes, this will probably be updated on a daily basis. There is no need to try to "reach out" to me. If you do, you will most likely be the topic of this page tomorrow. But if you feel the need, you can shoot me an email. I will probably just delete it since I realize that you're just another whiner, but you never know; it just might enlighten me and make me a happier person in life. -pegleg |
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